11 Apr 2007 - MCpl Allan Stewart, Tpr Patrick Pentland, RCD
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Rest in peace with God. 
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RIP troops. You will never be forgotten. My thoughts and prayers are with your families.
My thoughts and prayers are with your families.
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RIP Troops
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Condolences to the families, colleagues and friends of the fallen, quick recovery for the injured....
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Lest We Forget
I look into the aching womb of night;
I look across the mist that masks the dead;
The moon is tired and gives but little light,
The stars have gone to bed.
The earth is sick and seems to breathe with pain;
A lost wind whimpers in a mangled tree;
I do not see the foul, corpse-cluttered plain,
The dead I do not see.
The slain I WOULD not see . . . and so I lift
My eyes from out the shambles where they lie;
When lo! a million woman-faces drift
Like pale leaves through the sky.
The cheeks of some are channelled deep with tears;
But some are tearless, with wild eyes that stare
Into the shadow of the coming years
Of fathomless despair.
And some are young, and some are very old;
And some are rich, some poor beyond belief;
Yet all are strangely like, set in the mould
Of everlasting grief.
They fill the vast of Heaven, face on face;
And then I see one weeping with the rest,
Whose eyes beseech me for a moment's space. . . .
Oh eyes I love the best!
Nay, I but dream. The sky is all forlorn,
And there's the plain of battle writhing red:
God pity them, the women-folk who mourn!
How happy are the dead!
The Mourners by Robert Service
from Rhymes of the Red Cross Man, 1917
I look into the aching womb of night;
I look across the mist that masks the dead;
The moon is tired and gives but little light,
The stars have gone to bed.
The earth is sick and seems to breathe with pain;
A lost wind whimpers in a mangled tree;
I do not see the foul, corpse-cluttered plain,
The dead I do not see.
The slain I WOULD not see . . . and so I lift
My eyes from out the shambles where they lie;
When lo! a million woman-faces drift
Like pale leaves through the sky.
The cheeks of some are channelled deep with tears;
But some are tearless, with wild eyes that stare
Into the shadow of the coming years
Of fathomless despair.
And some are young, and some are very old;
And some are rich, some poor beyond belief;
Yet all are strangely like, set in the mould
Of everlasting grief.
They fill the vast of Heaven, face on face;
And then I see one weeping with the rest,
Whose eyes beseech me for a moment's space. . . .
Oh eyes I love the best!
Nay, I but dream. The sky is all forlorn,
And there's the plain of battle writhing red:
God pity them, the women-folk who mourn!
How happy are the dead!
The Mourners by Robert Service
from Rhymes of the Red Cross Man, 1917
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I sit here, with tears in my eyes...
Pat and I went to High School together in New Brunswick.
I just got a tearful call from a friend of mine who also went to school with us, and who not 45 minutes ago, hugged me, saying good-bye to me as I prepare to deploy to Afghanistan by the end of this week.
Pat was a fun-loving guy, who loved what he did. He was a proud soldier.
RIP, Pat. You will not be forgotten, Brother.
*I originally placed this in the news thread, moved here
Pat and I went to High School together in New Brunswick.
I just got a tearful call from a friend of mine who also went to school with us, and who not 45 minutes ago, hugged me, saying good-bye to me as I prepare to deploy to Afghanistan by the end of this week.
Pat was a fun-loving guy, who loved what he did. He was a proud soldier.
RIP, Pat. You will not be forgotten, Brother.
*I originally placed this in the news thread, moved here
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Christ its a bitch when you know the blokes.
My thoughts are with all the Dragoons right now. Stay strong fellers.
To those who copped it, RIP. To those still kicking, keep up the great work.
Good work lads.
My thoughts are with all the Dragoons right now. Stay strong fellers.
To those who copped it, RIP. To those still kicking, keep up the great work.
Good work lads.
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The words to express how sorry I am, as I read of more loss, are so hard to find right now but the tears are there. It's one thing to read about it in the news, and feel for the families. But God, when you sit here and read the words expressed from those who were close to the ones that lost thier lives, that is what hits harder :'( my thoughts are with all of you through this time of grief.
~Rebecca
~Rebecca
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condolences to the families and friends.... 
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